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Porajmos - The Devouring - 1

Frühstück Antje has woken up early, but in her bedroom, she can already feel the heat of the sun through the heavy curtains. They seem as though they...
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Porajmos - The Devouring - 2

http://www.abctales.com/story/noo/porajmos-devouring-1 Abendessen After the picnic, Antje’s father has been at work for hours. But he’s done exactly...
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Night Fishing

Sargasso Sea Baby eels are hatched from eggs in the upper levels of the warm, unfathomably deep Sargasso Sea, halfway between Bermuda and the West...
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Doll Suit

Of all the underworlds in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine. * Months later, when she sees the suit again, discarded on the bed now...
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Geist

I'm still on a Rammstein vibe...
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Oddly, the Apple Tree

“Oddly, the apple tree still has its leaves. You wouldn’t expect that in December, would you?” The old woman’s voice carried from her table in the...
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Here be Dragons

A re-work of an older piece of writing that seemed apt when thinking about this week's inspiration point.
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Kaleidoscope

Inspired by the beautiful photographs in Elin Høyland’s ‘Brother | Sister’.
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The Toy Maker

A tribute to Bowie, using the technique he used at one point for writing lyrics – that is, the cut-up technique (or découpé) where text is cut up and rearranged to create a new text. Safe passage, Starman.
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The Wolves in their Eyes

In readiness In the height of the storm clouds, far up in the sky, the Wild Hunt is preparing to ride out. The phantom horses with their savage,...
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Muscle Memory (Poetry Monthly)

The boy is dancing carefree At the pond’s green edge His mam is the watcher Hands ready to catch him If he falls His smile is a chubby sun It...
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The Ghosts of my Life (Poetry Monthly)

“The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind.” – Japan
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Tadeusz

For Tadeusz, the devil is in the detail - In fallen moths on windowsills, In their disintegrating, here and gone bodies, In pine cones and beads left...
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Something like Fireworks

Neurologist, Richard Cytowic, describing synaesthesia.
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Sticks and Stones

When he heard the chanting – wild and insistent in the street – Robert was twelve again. “Fat boy, fat boy. No more pies for you. Fat boy, fat boy...
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High Arches

I am a city ghost Walking homeless in the subways Under canal bridges Towards a club beneath the railway arches In another century. The old...
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Kitsune

I first saw the fox in the garden around the same time I discovered the holloway. The fox slunk across the patchy lawn in my back garden; hesitant,...
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QWERTYUIOP

Through the office window, Mr. Jones looks out at the rain. It’s dribbling down the glass, with no enthusiasm or power. Thin, grey streaks only, its...
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Poem of the week
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Of one thing we can be certain

Plastinates We have become something else Like the weird sisters’ old riddle - Lesser than ourselves and greater. We are chemicals and frozen bones,...